Sunflowers

by

Meredith Drake

When I returnfrom the excess of summer,they are still out thereon their crosses,bowing their headsand letting the birdspluck out their eyes.O Helianthus,tell me again how willinglythe earth will hold my feet.Lend me your restraintas I learn to remain in placeand show my face to the sun.

Meredith Drake worked as a newspaper journalist and as a writer for various universities until she discovered she liked writing poetry and fiction better. She cares for her home and family in a village in western New York. Her favorite flower is currently the nasturtium.